Poem: Deaths Dip

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Johnny Depp coming out of his “Death Dip” , Dark Shadows 2012

Death’s Dip or Confession of a Mattress

FREE mattress. A queen size pillow top

took it home, laid it in the frame

First night—I rolled into a dip

a body shaped dip

on the left side

 

a person taller than me, wider than me

created a dip that I roll into

a bedridden, sickly person

left a death dip

 

No problem, I think, I’ll just sleep on the right

every night to even things out

 

yet, every morning I wake in the dip

My bed, now a metaphorical display

divides my psyche down the middle

The dip is comfortable, soft, form fitting

It feels like a hug in my lonely bed.

 

It is as comfortable as my father’s depression,

a heavy-known feeling of failure.

 

My familiar spins tires set on park

 

This I confess to you:

I sleep with death

and I like it

 

 -SPL

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One thought on “Poem: Deaths Dip

  1. This is a real situation that happened my first week in Bellingham. Went to a woman’s shelter (Love, Inc.) and received a free mattress wrapped in plastic. As hard as I tried I couldn’t stay OUT of the dip. To make the free verse poem more powerful I wrote it in present tense.
    However, the mattress stayed with the house when I moved out about a year and half later. It freaked me out too much! I didn’t want to die, but to live, yet, I understood the dip. If that makes any sense.

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